บททั้งหมดของ Blood And Desire : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Chapter 32: Dante Saves Isla The scent of blood clung to the air, thick and suffocating. Isla’s breath came in short gasps as she pressed her trembling fingers against her wound, trying to stifle the bleeding. The pain was sharp, but it wasn’t just physical—it was everything.This wasn’t supposed to happen.She wasn’t supposed to be the one bleeding out.She had planned this. Orchestrated it. Set it all in motion.Yet here she was, lying on the cold marble floor, watching Dante DeLuca—the man she had sworn to destroy—kill the very assassin meant to take her out.No. Not me. Antonio.Her vision blurred as she fought to stay conscious, her body sluggish from the loss of blood. But nothing could dull the raw energy in the room—the danger that crackled in the silence after the gunshot.Dante stood over the assassin’s body, his gun still raised, his breathing heavy. His expression was unreadable, his posture tense like a predator that had just torn apart its prey.Then his dark gaze snapp

Chapter 34: The Ultimate BetrayalThe weight of her decision pressed heavily on Isla’s chest as she paced inside the grand bedroom Dante had confined her to. The events of the previous night still clung to her skin—Dante’s possessive grip, his whispered threats, his refusal to let her go. He knew she had met with Nico. And yet, he hadn’t punished her the way she had expected.No, Dante had claimed her instead.The thought made her stomach twist. She wasn’t supposed to feel anything for him. He was the enemy—the son of the man who had stolen everything from her.And yet, when he touched her, when he looked at her like she was the only thing in his world, a dangerous part of her wanted to believe it.But she couldn’t afford to be weak.Not now.---Meeting with NicoThe next night, Isla moved cautiously through the darkened alley behind La Rosa, an upscale club owned by the Bianchi family. It was risky to meet Nico so soon after her encounter with Dante, but she had no choice.Nico was

Chapter 36: Matteo’s CoupIsla’s wrists throbbed from the tight metal cuffs binding her to the chair. The dim, flickering light overhead cast long, eerie shadows against the warehouse walls. The place smelled of old metal, gasoline, and something rotten. It was the kind of place where people disappeared, their screams swallowed by the silence.She had been taken straight from Dante’s mansion, barely given time to register the betrayal before Matteo’s men had shoved a bag over her head and dragged her into a waiting car. Now, sitting before Matteo DeLuca, Dante’s ambitious and power-hungry cousin, she forced herself to remain calm.Matteo, dressed impeccably in a dark suit, paced leisurely before her, rolling a glass of whiskey in his hand like he had all the time in the world. His brown eyes were cold, filled with amusement as he studied her.“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment,” Matteo murmured, stopping in front of her. He crouched to her level, smirking. “You’ve

Chapter 38: The Truth RevealedAfter the Brutal fight, Isla was still nursing herself from the handcuffs and pains while Dante was with blood all over his body. Marco's BloodThe tension in the room was suffocating. Dante stood across from Isla, his dark eyes filled with restrained fury, waiting for answers. He had always known she was hiding something—something deeper than betrayal, something that ran through her veins like poison.But he wasn’t ready for the truth.Isla had spent years suppressing it, locking the memories away behind a wall of hatred and revenge. She had never allowed herself to relive that night. But now, after everything, after fighting him, after resisting him, after nearly losing herself in him—she couldn’t hold it in anymore.Her hands trembled at her sides.She took a deep breath.And then, she spoke.“Your father ruined my life, Dante.”A muscle in his jaw ticked, but he remained silent, his body unnervingly still.She forced herself to meet his gaze, even as

Chapter 40: Dante’s UltimatumThe room was thick with silence. The only sound was the faint ticking of the antique clock mounted on the wall. The air between them crackled with unspoken words, raw emotions threatening to consume them both.Dante stood before her, his piercing gaze holding hers captive. He was no longer just the ruthless mafia boss who had stolen her freedom—he was a man who had laid everything at her feet, his power, his devotion, and his unrelenting claim on her.But his offer wasn’t without a price.“Decide, Isla.” His voice was dark, edged with quiet dominance. “Stand beside me… or walk away from my life forever.”Isla’s heart pounded violently in her chest. She had fought for so long, lived for revenge, carried hatred so deep it had defined her every move. And yet, somewhere in the chaos, she had let Dante DeLuca slip into the cracks of her carefully built armor.She had betrayed him.He had punished her.She had tried to escape him.He had chased her.But in the